By: Jason Barry
Last Days
You’ve come to spend the winter here with me,
Where light is brief and frozen clouds still blow
Above the boathouse, the island, and the sea.
You’ve come to spend the winter here with me.
The bedroom creaks. A boat rocks in the quay.
In two weeks you’ll be buried in the snow.
You’ve come to spend the winter here with me,
Where light is brief and frozen clouds still blow.
If We Lost the Sky
Tomorrow, dear, the sky will disappear,
and every shade of blue will turn to white.
Horizon lines will not seem far or near
tomorrow. Dear, the sky will disappear.
The constellations will be gone, I fear,
along with all that flickers in the night.
Tomorrow, dear. The sky will disappear.
And every shade of blue will turn to white.
Jason Barry's poems have appeared in Barrow Street, Cimarron Review, Poet Lore, The Cortland Review, Raintown Review, and other journals. He holds an MFA in Poetry from Boston University, and presently teaches writing at Schwarzman College, Tsinghua University.